Chapter 308 Snape's Discovery, 2 Kyles?
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 308 Snape’s discovery, two Kyles?
On the eighth floor, the principal's office.
After sending Harry away, Dumbledore stretched out his hand to caress Fawkes, who had just been reborn from the ashes.
"He didn't tell the truth."
Snape came over, "I can hear that he's hiding a lot of things...and he already knew he was a Parseltongue, but no one said anything about it."
He was also in the headmaster's office when Harry arrived.
"Severus, that kid didn't know anything about the wizarding world before."
Dumbledore put the wrinkled Fox on the perch, turned his head and said, "Perhaps in Harry's view, it's not unusual to be able to talk to snakes, as many wizards can do it.
If he wanted to hide it on purpose, it wouldn't show at the Dueling Club. "
"As for other things..." Dumbledore glanced at him, "Everyone doesn't want to be known by others, Severus...including you and me."
Snape turned his head away from Dumbledore's eyes.
"Tell me what you know."
Dumbledore walked sideways to the table, took a sip of black tea, "About the Chamber of Secrets."
"I do not know."
Snape walked up to Dumbledore's place, "The Dark Lord never said that, you should know, he never talks about 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.
Be it alchemy or potions, Phoenix's Ash of Nirvana is one of the rarest materials.
He wanted to use these ashes to upgrade the Mirror of Erised, but Snape took half of it without paying attention.
Moreover, if Fox hadn't pecked him, it is estimated that even the remaining half would not have been kept.
"Severus, you..."
Dumbledore was about to say something, but Snape had already nimbly put the bottle into his pocket, patted his robes, and looked up as if nothing happened.
"Principal, what did you just say?"
"It's okay..." Dumbledore sighed, "Would you like to try the black tea, it was given to me by Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons, it tastes very good."
"Then have a drink." Snape walked over.
Immediately, a new cup of black tea and a plate of sugar cubes appeared on the table.
Snape casually picked up his glass 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 his glass and said, "There's another thing..."
"what."
"I need to use the Pensieve," said Snape. "I saw a man in that corridor the day Caredy Bubbaji was attacked."
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Too short a time," said Snape, "I didn't see clearly."
"Okay then..." Dumbledore pointed to a cabinet in the corner, "You know how to use it."
Snape got up and walked over, opening 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 his wand on his head, and pulled out a piece of continuously flowing silver substance... It seemed like light turning into a liquid, or wind turning into a solid.
"I thought I wouldn't do it again."
Snape put his memory into the Pensieve with a complicated expression.
"Come and see, I know you can..."
After speaking, he stuck his head into the Pensieve.
The next second, Snape appeared in a corridor... Then Dumbledore also appeared.
Their eyes kept moving forward, as if they were walking.
When they came to the end of the corridor, their eyes suddenly turned in a different direction... They saw a figure flashing past at the corner in front of them.
But the time was too short. When the eyes turned, the other party had almost left the passage, and they only saw a vague silhouette.
Dumbledore's expression moved slightly, and he turned to look at a door not far away.
"This is the room where Caredy was attacked."
"The house-elf found her while cleaning."
Snape nodded.
Later, the two returned to the principal's office.
"What do you want to say..." Dumbledore asked.
Snape retracted his memory, closed the door of the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, and asked meaningfully, "Do you think that silhouette looks like a person?"
"I think I see 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 there was a constant Hadn't left... There's no way he'd be there."
"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 with time are... She will not allow Kyle to touch the Time Converter, even if the impact is minimal."
Dumbledore didn't say the name, but Snape knew who he was talking about.
"So, those two previous applications..."
"That's right, it was Diana who refused." Dumbledore joked, "I thought I was looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after being rejected twice in a row."
Dumbledore thought he had told a good joke, but Snape clearly didn't think so.
Instead of smiling, his face became more serious.
"This is also what I can't figure out."
"Since there is no time-turner, why is he 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 making compound soup.
But the time is wrong... His personal storage room was stolen a few days ago, and it was a month ago that Kerry Dibbaji was attacked.
"Stop thinking about it, Severus."
Dumbledore brought him another cup of black tea.
"It's just a silhouette, it doesn't explain anything, maybe it's another person, it's just your preconceived idea."
"So Dumbledore, do you think so, you and I are mistaken?" Snape looked up, "Don't forget, I didn't say who that profile looks like just now."
"I trust Kyle." Dumbledore looked out the window, "just like I trust Harry and you."
"Ha, I'm really honored." Snape sneered, "I can be compared with the great savior and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin..."
"The Savior is just a shackle, not an honor, but the Order of Merlin..." Dumbledore shook his head suddenly, "You really don't have one, Severus."
Snape was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened instantly, "Do you think I care about that kind of thing?"
"If you cared, you would have already received a first-class medal." Dumbledore said with a smile, "But other people obviously don't think so. When it comes to personal honor, people will think that you are inferior to Kyle."
"Just because of a gilded plaque?" Snape's face became even more foul.
"The second level is pure gold..."
"Do I mean that?" Snape said angrily.
Thinking of Dumbledore's words just now, he felt an unknown anger in his heart, and he didn't even notice that the topic had changed.
Snape never cared about anything other than potions, fame, honor or anything like that.
He could accept people 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 these anyway.
But somehow, when he heard Dumbledore say that he was not as good as Kyle, he was upset.
I have never felt this feeling before, as if the potion I had prepared so hard was taken away by someone else.
"Severus, if you are willing to publish your little tricks for brewing potions, I can be your nominee."
Dumbledore looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "I promise, you will also be awarded the Order of the Jazz in the next selection."
"Level one?" Snape was a little moved.
"No, three levels... at most two levels..." Dumbledore shook his head, "This needs to be judged according to the specific functions of those skills."
A medal of the third class...what's the use of that.
"No, I'm not interested in this, and I don't want to waste time on it." Snape resolutely refused.
"That's a pity." Dumbledore blinked. "If you change your mind, you can always come to me."
On the eighth floor, the principal's office.
After sending Harry away, Dumbledore stretched out his hand to caress Fawkes, who had just been reborn from the ashes.
"He didn't tell the truth."
Snape came over, "I can hear that he's hiding a lot of things...and he already knew he was a Parseltongue, but no one said anything about it."
He was also in the headmaster's office when Harry arrived.
"Severus, that kid didn't know anything about the wizarding world before."
Dumbledore put the wrinkled Fox on the perch, turned his head and said, "Perhaps in Harry's view, it's not unusual to be able to talk to snakes, as many wizards can do it.
If he wanted to hide it on purpose, it wouldn't show at the Dueling Club. "
"As for other things..." Dumbledore glanced at him, "Everyone doesn't want to be known by others, Severus...including you and me."
Snape turned his head away from Dumbledore's eyes.
"Tell me what you know."
Dumbledore walked sideways to the table, took a sip of black tea, "About the Chamber of Secrets."
"I do not know."
Snape walked up to Dumbledore's place, "The Dark Lord never said that, you should know, he never talks about 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.
Be it alchemy or potions, Phoenix's Ash of Nirvana is one of the rarest materials.
He wanted to use these ashes to upgrade the Mirror of Erised, but Snape took half of it without paying attention.
Moreover, if Fox hadn't pecked him, it is estimated that even the remaining half would not have been kept.
"Severus, you..."
Dumbledore was about to say something, but Snape had already nimbly put the bottle into his pocket, patted his robes, and looked up as if nothing happened.
"Principal, what did you just say?"
"It's okay..." Dumbledore sighed, "Would you like to try the black tea, it was given to me by Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons, it tastes very good."
"Then have a drink." Snape walked over.
Immediately, a new cup of black tea and a plate of sugar cubes appeared on the table.
Snape casually picked up his glass 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 his glass and said, "There's another thing..."
"what."
"I need to use the Pensieve," said Snape. "I saw a man in that corridor the day Caredy Bubbaji was attacked."
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Too short a time," said Snape, "I didn't see clearly."
"Okay then..." Dumbledore pointed to a cabinet in the corner, "You know how to use it."
Snape got up and walked over, opening 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 his wand on his head, and pulled out a piece of continuously flowing silver substance... It seemed like light turning into a liquid, or wind turning into a solid.
"I thought I wouldn't do it again."
Snape put his memory into the Pensieve with a complicated expression.
"Come and see, I know you can..."
After speaking, he stuck his head into the Pensieve.
The next second, Snape appeared in a corridor... Then Dumbledore also appeared.
Their eyes kept moving forward, as if they were walking.
When they came to the end of the corridor, their eyes suddenly turned in a different direction... They saw a figure flashing past at the corner in front of them.
But the time was too short. When the eyes turned, the other party had almost left the passage, and they only saw a vague silhouette.
Dumbledore's expression moved slightly, and he turned to look at a door not far away.
"This is the room where Caredy was attacked."
"The house-elf found her while cleaning."
Snape nodded.
Later, the two returned to the principal's office.
"What do you want to say..." Dumbledore asked.
Snape retracted his memory, closed the door of the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, and asked meaningfully, "Do you think that silhouette looks like a person?"
"I think I see 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 there was a constant Hadn't left... There's no way he'd be there."
"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 with time are... She will not allow Kyle to touch the Time Converter, even if the impact is minimal."
Dumbledore didn't say the name, but Snape knew who he was talking about.
"So, those two previous applications..."
"That's right, it was Diana who refused." Dumbledore joked, "I thought I was looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after being rejected twice in a row."
Dumbledore thought he had told a good joke, but Snape clearly didn't think so.
Instead of smiling, his face became more serious.
"This is also what I can't figure out."
"Since there is no time-turner, why is he 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 making compound soup.
But the time is wrong... His personal storage room was stolen a few days ago, and it was a month ago that Kerry Dibbaji was attacked.
"Stop thinking about it, Severus."
Dumbledore brought him another cup of black tea.
"It's just a silhouette, it doesn't explain anything, maybe it's another person, it's just your preconceived idea."
"So Dumbledore, do you think so, you and I are mistaken?" Snape looked up, "Don't forget, I didn't say who that profile looks like just now."
"I trust Kyle." Dumbledore looked out the window, "just like I trust Harry and you."
"Ha, I'm really honored." Snape sneered, "I can be compared with the great savior and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin..."
"The Savior is just a shackle, not an honor, but the Order of Merlin..." Dumbledore shook his head suddenly, "You really don't have one, Severus."
Snape was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened instantly, "Do you think I care about that kind of thing?"
"If you cared, you would have already received a first-class medal." Dumbledore said with a smile, "But other people obviously don't think so. When it comes to personal honor, people will think that you are inferior to Kyle."
"Just because of a gilded plaque?" Snape's face became even more foul.
"The second level is pure gold..."
"Do I mean that?" Snape said angrily.
Thinking of Dumbledore's words just now, he felt an unknown anger in his heart, and he didn't even notice that the topic had changed.
Snape never cared about anything other than potions, fame, honor or anything like that.
He could accept people 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 these anyway.
But somehow, when he heard Dumbledore say that he was not as good as Kyle, he was upset.
I have never felt this feeling before, as if the potion I had prepared so hard was taken away by someone else.
"Severus, if you are willing to publish your little tricks for brewing potions, I can be your nominee."
Dumbledore looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "I promise, you will also be awarded the Order of the Jazz in the next selection."
"Level one?" Snape was a little moved.
"No, three levels... at most two levels..." Dumbledore shook his head, "This needs to be judged according to the specific functions of those skills."
A medal of the third class...what's the use of that.
"No, I'm not interested in this, and I don't want to waste time on it." Snape resolutely refused.
"That's a pity." Dumbledore blinked. "If you change your mind, you can always come to me."
