Chapter 308 Snape’s discovery, two Kyles?
Eighth floor, principal's office.
After seeing Harry off, Dumbledore reached out and touched Fawkes, who had just risen from the ashes.
"He wasn't telling the truth."
Snape came over, "I can tell that he is hiding a lot of things... and he has long known that he is a Parselmouth, but he didn't tell anyone."
He was also in the headmaster's office when Harry came over.
"Severus, the boy knew nothing about the wizarding world before."
Dumbledore put the crumpled Fawkes on the perch, turned around and said: "Perhaps in Harry's opinion, being able to talk to snakes is not that strange, many wizards can do it.
If he wanted to hide this on purpose, he wouldn't have shown it at the Duel Club. "
"As for other things..." Dumbledore glanced at him, "Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know, Severus...including you and me."
Snape turned his head, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes.
"Tell me what you know."
Dumbledore walked sideways to the table, picked up the black tea and took a sip, "About the Chamber of Secrets."
"I have no idea."
Snape walked over to where Dumbledore was, "The Dark Lord never said this, you should know, he never discussed the past."
While talking, Snape bent down and naturally put the ashes under the perch into a bottle, with a calm expression as if he was cleaning his own shelf.
Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly.
Whether it is alchemy or potion, the ashes of Phoenix's Nirvana are one of the rarest materials.
He wanted to use these ashes to upgrade the Mirror of Erised, but half of it was taken away by Snape without paying attention.
Moreover, if Fox hadn't pecked him, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep even the remaining half.
"Severus, you..."
Dumbledore was about to say something, but Snape had already quickly put the bottle into his pocket, patted his robes, and raised his head as if nothing was wrong.
"Principal, what did you just say?"
"It's okay..." Dumbledore sighed, "Would you like to try some black tea? Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons gave it to me. It tastes very good."
"Then let's have a drink." Snape walked over.
A new cup of black tea and a plate of sugar cubes appeared on the table.
Snape picked up the cup and took a sip.
"You can try adding some sugar." Dumbledore said, "It will taste better."
"No, I never add those things."
Snape put down the cup and said, "There is another thing..."
"What."
"I need to use the Pensieve," said Snape. "I saw a man in that corridor on the day of Charity Bubbaji's attack."
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"The time was too short," Snape said, "I didn't see it clearly."
"Okay then..." Dumbledore pointed to a cabinet in the corner, "You know how to use it."
Snape stood up, walked over, and opened the cupboard door.
There is a shallow stone basin in the cabinet, with some strange letters and symbols on the mouth of the basin.
Snape put the wand against his head and pulled out a piece of silver substance that was constantly flowing... It seemed like light turning into liquid, or like wind condensing into solid form.
"I thought I wouldn't do it again."
Snape put his memory into the pensieve with a complicated expression. ↤↤↤↤↤↦↦↦↦↦
"Come and take a look, I know you can..."
After saying that, he put his head into the pensieve.
The next second, Snape appeared in a corridor...and then Dumbledore also appeared.
Their eyes kept moving forward, as if they were walking.
When they reached the end of the corridor, their eyes suddenly changed direction... They saw a figure flashing past the corner in front of them.
But the time was too short. When their eyes turned, the other party had almost left the passage, and they only saw a blurry silhouette.
Dumbledore's expression shifted slightly, and he turned to look at a door not far away.
"This is the room where Caredi was attacked."
"The house elf found her while cleaning."
Snape nodded.
Afterwards, the two returned to the principal's office.
"What do you want to say..." Dumbledore asked.
Snape recalled his memory, closed the door of the cabinet with the pensieve again, and then asked meaningfully: "Do you think that profile looks like a person?"
"I think I understand what you mean, Severus."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment before continuing: "But this is impossible. The time in your memory is in the morning. Almost everyone can prove that Kyle was watching the game on the Quidditch pitch at that time, and it was always He couldn't have been there without leaving..."
"Is it possible... a time turner?"
"No."
Dumbledore shook his head, "The more you know, the more you understand how terrible the consequences of fooling time are... She will not allow Kyle to touch the time turner, even if the impact is only minimal."
Dumbledore didn't say a name, but Snape knew who he was talking about.
"So, those two previous applications..."
"Yes, it was Diana who refused." Dumbledore joked: "I was rejected twice in a row. I thought I was looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Dumbledore thought he had told a good joke, but Snape obviously didn't think so.
Not only did he not smile, his expression became more solemn.
"This is what I can't figure out."
"If there is no time turner, why would he be in two places at the same time...polyjuice potion?"
Snape frowned.
Some time ago, someone broke into his private storage room and stole a lot of potion ingredients, including African tree snake skin and bicorn horn, which are also the key to brewing polyjuice potion.
But the time didn't match up... The theft of his private storage room happened a few days ago, and it was already a month ago that Kharidibubaji was attacked.
"Don't think so much, Severus."
Dumbledore gave him a new cup of black tea.
"It's just a silhouette, it doesn't explain anything. Maybe it's another person, but you just preconceived it."
"So Dumbledore, do you think so, you and I have recognized the wrong person?" Snape raised his head, "Don't forget, I didn't say who the silhouette looked like just now."
"I believe in Kyle." Dumbledore looked out the window, "Just like I believe in Harry and you."
"Ha, I'm really honored." Snape sneered, "I can actually be compared with the great savior and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin..."
"Savior is just a shackle, not an honor, but the Order of Merlin..." Dumbledore suddenly shook his head, "You really don't have it, Severus."
Snape was stunned for a moment, then his face instantly darkened, "Do you think I would care about that kind of thing?"
"If you cared about it, you would have received a first-class medal long ago." Dumbledore said with a smile: "But others obviously don't think so. When it comes to personal honors, people will think that you are inferior to Kyle."
"Just because of a gold-plated sign?" Snape's face turned even more disgusting.
"The second level is pure gold..."
"Did I mean that?" Snape said angrily.
When he thought of what Dumbledore had just said, an unknown fire surged up in his heart, and he didn't even notice that the topic had changed.
Snape never cared about things other than potions, nor did he value things like fame and honor.
He could accept others saying that Lockhart was better than him, and he could accept that Harry Potter was more famous than him... It didn't matter, he didn't care about it anyway.
But for some reason, when he heard Dumbledore say that he was inferior to Kyle, he felt unhappy.
I had never felt this way before, as if the potion I had worked so hard to prepare was taken away by someone else.
"Severus, if you are willing to reveal your tips for brewing potions, I can be your nominee."
Dumbledore looked at him and couldn't help but smile: "I guarantee that you will also get the knighthood in the next selection."
"Level 1?" Snape was a little moved.
"No, level three...at most level two..." Dumbledore shook his head, "This needs to be judged based on the specific effects of those skills."
A third-level medal...what's the use of that?
"No, I'm not interested in this, and I don't want to waste time on it." Snape decisively refused.
"That's a pity." Dumbledore blinked, "If you change your mind, you can come to me at any time."
