Chapter 754 Shop and Professor

Almost everyone knows that the only real holidays at Hogwarts are Christmas and the end of the school year. The so-called Easter holiday means using two weeks to write two months' worth of homework.

Of course, this year is no exception. The homework this year is not only more, but also difficult.

On the first day of the holiday, the library was overcrowded, and several important books were checked out within an hour.

However, later people also found familiar friends or people from the same school and used the copying spell to make it work.

If you don't know how to copy the spell, or if no one in the entire college comes to the library early, you can only wait.

"It's crazy..." In the Gryffindor common room, Ron said as he hurriedly put on his robes: "I got up so early to go to the library.

"I usually get up after nine o'clock on weekends, but it's not even seven-thirty now!"

"Please stop saying a few words." Harry was also putting on his robe. "Hermione has made it very clear on the messenger coin. There are more and more people in the library and it has already been full. If we don't go there, , she really had no excuse to occupy seats for us anymore.

Harry raised his head and looked at the gloomy face and greasy black hair of the person opposite.

"Do you want to do your homework in the common room by yourself?"

"If you're lucky, you're the only passenger."

"I didn't!" Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, "I didn't make any noise."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry apologized subconsciously.

No way……

And the same goes for Harry, so they have to go to the library, and only with Hermione's help can they complete those assignments before school starts?

"Crazy, no matter professors or students, everyone is going crazy!" Ron muttered under his breath, and ran out of the common room with Harry.

…

"Harry, have you decided how to deal with Slughorn?" Ron took the time to ask: "Has he invited you to a dinner party or something."

Ron, who was rushing next to him, was still awake and caught him in time, preventing Harry from taking his hand out of his pocket.

There was no one in the corridor.

Snape waited for a while and saw that there was no movement from Harry. He shook his head in disappointment and walked past them.

Harry's face turned redder and looked like he might explode at any moment.

"No," said Harry, "He hasn't invited me for a long time, but I hear McLaggen goes there almost three times a week, and Hermione goes there twice a week."

It seemed that if Snape mocked him again, he would give him a hard slap.

He didn't see clearly who the other person was, but he saw a familiar black robe. He would never forget this color and style even if it took fifty years.

"Or do you think that the entire castle must serve you as...well, the savior?"

"This is not your decision, Potter." Snape glanced at him, "Are you so arrogant that you think you can change the school rules at will because you are called the savior by others?"

"We were just chatting normally!" he said, glaring at Snape and subconsciously grabbing the wand in his pocket.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill him!" Harry suddenly said through gritted teeth when Snape's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

But his intention was too obvious.

Hearing what Harry said, Ron subconsciously speeded up the movements of his hands.

"Ah, Potter...hasn't anyone taught you to pay attention to other people around you when going up and down stairs?"

"What should we do?"

If he had to write such a difficult assignment alone, he would not be able to finish it in two months, let alone two weeks.

"No, that intention is too obvious." Harry shook his head, "I'm not going to attend a dinner party, but I want to find a way to get the memory of Voldemort in Slughorn's head. If I go directly , will definitely be on guard.”

"To be honest, I really hope you can pull out the wand so that you can go home obediently. There happens to be a return train today, just two hours later.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

A cold voice came.

"Ten points will be deducted for making loud noises in the corridor!"

"What, do you want to attack me?" Snape sneered, "Thirty points from Gryffindor.

The two of them ran down the stairs quickly.

"How about you go directly?" Ron suggested: "He likes you so much, he will definitely not refuse."

"I guess she wants to help you ask." Ron thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "You just said that she will go to dinner parties twice a week, so she will definitely find opportunities."

"hope so."

"I'm not arrogant, and I don't want others to call me the Savior!" Harry looked at Snape, with veins popping out on his neck, breathing heavily, and his eyes turning red, looking like he was being provoked. Angry bison.

Maybe he was thinking of Dumbledore's mission, or maybe he was too absorbed in talking. Harry didn't pay attention for a moment and almost bumped into a person walking from the opposite side.

"Snape..." he blurted out.

It can’t be wrong…

"I don't know either." Harry sighed: "But Hermione said last night that she would find a way to help me, but she didn't tell me exactly how to do it."

"You should call me Professor Snape, Potter!" Snape said coldly, "Ten points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor!

"I know, I think so too, but there's no need, Harry." Ron quickly persuaded: "Snape is a professor, you can't risk being expelled from him, it's not worth it."

"I don't care!" Harry suddenly pulled out his wand, "Even if he is expelled, I will make him pay something!"

"Yes, yes, I know...but it's really not cost-effective." Ron took Harry's arm and walked downstairs while saying: "Use a spell to attack the professor. If you really do this, you will definitely be punished." If you are expelled, Principal Dumbledore won't be able to keep you when the time comes.

"Thinking about the task he gave you, maybe Snape did it on purpose, just to drive you out of school."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks.

"Come on, Harry." Ron continued to drag him downstairs, "We all know what kind of person Snape is. There is really no need for you to risk being expelled by going against him."

"Ron, maybe you're right," Harry said.

"Have you figured it out?" Ron said happily, "Great, let's go to the library quickly, Hermione is still waiting for us."

"No." Harry shook his head and glanced upstairs, "Go to the library by yourself, I have something to do."

"What?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Don't tell me that you are still going to find Snape. Didn't you just say..."

"Ron," Harry interrupted, "I mean, Snape might really want to kick me out of school."

He lowered his voice and said: "Snape and Malfoy have always had a good relationship, but we all know that Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, and Snape must be too, but he has obtained Deng Xiaoping's power through some means. Bullido’s Trust.”

"What do you want to do?" Ron said, "And we have already guessed this, but no professor wants to listen to us, right?"

"That's because we have no evidence." Harry said seriously, "As long as we can find evidence, we can expose Snape's lies... Now is a good opportunity, Snape actually came to the eighth floor."

"What does this have to do with it?" Ron didn't understand. "He's a professor, so it doesn't matter where he goes."

"But we have never seen him on the eighth floor before." Harry said, "Besides, Professor Dumbledore is not in school today, and it is impossible for him to go to the principal's office."

"You mean, he has another purpose?" Ron also reacted now.

"That's right." Harry nodded, "So I have to go and see. As long as Snape is doing something bad, I can expose him before all the professors do!"

I don't know if it was because he had just been deducted fifty points, but Harry's expression was very determined, and he turned around and ran upstairs.

Ron hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.

"Wait for me, Harry, it's too dangerous for you to be alone."

…

The two of them returned to the eighth floor. When they stepped onto the corridor, for some unknown reason, they all slowed down their steps, as if they were thieves, and became as tiptoeing as possible.

"Do you know where Snape went?" Ron asked.

"I don't know." Harry said, "But the eighth floor is only so big, we can look for it slowly."

"When will we find it?" Ron suddenly regretted it.

But when the time came, he could only accompany Harry and continue to search for Snape from room to room.

But what the two of them didn't expect was that after they walked around the entire eighth floor, they still didn't find Snape.

Unwilling to give up, Harry decided to do it again. This time he not only quickened his pace, he didn't even hide his intention, and directly pushed open every suspicious classroom door.

But he still couldn't find Snape.

"Strange, why not?" Harry scratched his hair, his face full of confusion.

"Would he have gone to Professor McGonagall's office?" Ron said tentatively.

"No way." Harry shook his head.

He had already decided in his heart that Snape was doing something bad. How could he go to Professor McGonagall's office? Wouldn't that be a trap for himself?

"It could also be the Room of Requirement." Ron accidentally saw the tapestry of dancing trolls on the nearby wall.

"Don't forget, the Room of Requirement is broken down." Harry reminded him, "We have tried countless times in the past few days, but there is no way to get in."

"Yeah, so where did Snape go?"

The two of them were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice that a man was walking angrily from behind until...

"Ouch!" Ron let out a cry of pain, turned his head and shouted loudly: "Who hit me...Hermione? What are you doing!"

"I should be the one to say this!" Hermione, still angry, raised her hand again and threw a small mirror.

This time, Ron, who was on guard, dodged and the mirror hit Harry in the head.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you gone to the library yet?"

"We're looking for Snape." Ron thought of something again immediately, "Wait, why are you back?"

It was okay if he didn't say it, but Hermione became even more angry when he did.

Of course she was kicked out, and she turned away at least seven or eight people in order to get a seat for the two of them.

But the library is only so big, and other places are already full.

Then, Mrs. Pince couldn't bear it anymore and kicked her out, which just made three seats available for other people.

When she thought of this, Hermione became extremely angry. She had clearly sent a message to the two of them an hour ago, but they could actually linger for so long.

"I'm sorry." Harry explained quickly and told what happened just now.

…

"So, you deducted fifty points from Gryffindor?" Hermione no longer knew what to say, "Didn't I remind you a long time ago, Harry, not to go against Snape? It's not good for you."

"I didn't fight against him." Harry said with a frown, "He can always think of excuses to deduct points from me."

"Then just talk to Professor McGonagall and see if she can add the points back." Hermione was too lazy to tell them so much and turned away.

Harry cursed Snape in his mind.

But what Harry didn't know was that the person he longed for was actually only a wall away from him.

And half an hour ago, Snape was standing in his current position, punching the wall twice with mixed emotions.

…

At this time, Snape had already looked around the Room of Requirement and returned to the foyer.

"Where's Kangna?" He looked at Kyle in front of him and asked coldly.

"It's in the magic classroom." Kyle said, "It's the third classroom on the left on the second floor. If you have nothing to do, it's best not to disturb her."

Leave Kangna alone?

Snape seemed to have heard some treacherous remarks, and resisted the urge to pull out his wand, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course, Professor." Kyle spread his hands indifferently, "But is there any problem? Learning magic texts requires concentration. Sometimes, if you are distracted for a moment, you may not understand the following content. Are you thinking Go make trouble..."

Snape's expression froze.

"What?" Kyle held back his laughter, "Professor, what do you think I mean?"

"Of course that's the case." Snape took a deep breath and used his strong face to cover up his true thoughts.

"I'm warning you, stay away from her!"

"It can't be done." Kyle looked into Snape's eyes and said word by word, "Yes, you heard me right... It's impossible, I can't do it, don't even think about it!"

Snape immediately exploded, and the good mood he had just exchanged for fifty Gryffindor points was instantly gone.

But soon he seemed to think of something and calmed down again.

"Then you'd better be more honest." Snape gritted his teeth and squeezed his voice out from between his teeth. "Don't let me see you do anything outrageous again. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it. I no sooner said than done!"

"Don't worry." This time Kyle agreed without thinking.

It was definitely impossible for him to see what he said.

Kyle immediately put on a standard fake smile and said enthusiastically, "Well, Professor, the Potions classroom is on the third floor. I will take you there."

In the past few days, he has become very familiar with this place. He knows exactly which classroom is which class.

Snape said nothing more and just followed Kyle to the third floor.

During this process, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

It seemed that he felt a little awkward. When he reached the third floor, Kyle took the initiative to speak and broke the silence.

"Professor. Have you ever thought about changing your job?"

"What do you mean?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong." Kyle stopped in front of a classroom door. "I mean, open a potion shop or something like that. I happen to have a shop in Diagon Alley, which was given to me by Sirius."

"Really? That's really generous of him." Snape said sinisterly, "Thank you. So what do you mean?"

"Nothing." Kyle shrugged, "It's just...well, if Professor Dumbledore makes any excessive demands, such as asking you to do a dangerous task, you can actually refuse.

"Even if you can't be a professor because of this, you can still sell potions in Diagon Alley. My friends, the Weasley brothers, opened a shop in Diagon Alley. To be honest, you can make a lot of money, at least more than the professor. The salary is much higher.”

"What do you mean?" Snape said, his face tense, and he didn't understand why Kyle suddenly said such...inexplicable words.

Subconsciously, Snape thought of some possibility, but he quickly rejected it.

Impossible... It is impossible for Dumbledore to tell others his identity. Even if he is really old and confused, then this person will not be a student.

He stared hard into Kyle's eyes, as if trying to find the answer.

It's a pity that Kyle is not Harry. Under the protection of Occlumency, he can't see anything.

Subconsciously, Snape reached into his robe pocket, where there was a small bottle.

Veritaserum... he specially brought it with him when he went out today.

"That's fine." Kyle smiled, not paying attention to Snape's actions.

He pointed to the door next to him, "This is the Potions classroom, but Professor, I must say that there is nothing interesting to see here. You may be a little disappointed."

Potions are probably the only course here that has not changed much. Apart from the types of potions that need to be configured, the other processes are almost exactly the same as now.

But just as Kyle was about to leave, he was stopped by Snape.

"What exactly do you know?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Kyle said with a smile, "It's just that the Death Eaters are very rampant now. If Dumbledore asks the professor to deal with them one day, just think of a reason to refuse... Even if it is For Connor."

Snape was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he said softly: "A professor's job is to protect students."

"I know." Kyle nodded, "I just said it casually. Professor, you don't have to worry about it."