Chapter 167: Generous Snape, Stingy Hephaestus
Hephis stared at Black lying on the ground with mixed feelings.
What does this guy say?
Absolutely a terrible teammate.
But after avenging his friend, he voluntarily chose to be imprisoned in Azkaban to atone his sins, which made him a real man.
Hephis kept the useful parts of Blake's memory and deleted all the useless ones.
As for how to deal with Black, let Snape decide!
Hephis did not give Black's memory to Snape immediately.
After all, Snape and Fulla were having a great time at the moment.
He didn't want to affect Snape's mood because of such a small matter.
As time went by, Fulla grew up day by day, and her personality gradually returned to normal.
She is now able to master the abilities of the Veela with great skill.
But whenever she was with Snape, she would inevitably lose control for a moment.
Hephis is too lazy to go there now, because there is a "sour smell" in the air from time to time.
Let him feed dog food to others, but forget about eating it!
Soon it is the end of the semester and it is time for the annual exam.
Hephis's performance was quite satisfactory. He was no longer at the age where he needed to show off in front of professors.
But Professors McGonagall and Flitwick obviously didn't think so.
During the practical exam, Hephis did not use his wand at all.
He completed the test questions without even moving.
This shocked both professors.
Professor McGonagall smiled with satisfaction, while Professor Flitwick praised her repeatedly.
Hephis had inadvertently shocked them for the entire day.
"Professor, I have a memory here. Would you like to take a look at it first?" Hephis took out a small black ball.
"Memory, whose?" Snape took it.
"You'll know when you see it." Hephis didn't explain much.
Snape didn't ask any more questions and swallowed the shadow directly.
As time passed, his face became more and more gloomy.
"Ignorant, arrogant, and conceited fool... 100,000 words omitted here."
He cursed under his breath, each word coming out as if squeezed through his teeth.
He clenched his fists and punched the tree next to him again and again.
His fists were already stained with blood, but he was unaware of it.
Hephes was watching quietly nearby.
He knew that some things could only be relieved if they were truly vented.
"Okay, Professor." When Snape's emotions calmed down a little, he stopped Snape's fist which was about to swing.
At this time, Snape's fist was covered in blood and the white bones were exposed.
Hephis took out a vial and poured some Phoenix Tears on the back of his hand.
Under the effect of the Phoenix's Tears, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hephis, where is the person?" Snape's voice was still gloomy.
Hephaestus Apparated directly and brought Snape to a cave.
At this time, Blake was lying on the ground, and his condition was much better than before.
His hair had been shaved and he was wearing a new prison uniform.
Maybe it was because he could eat enough, Blake gained some weight. At least he was no longer skin and bones.
Snape stood outside the cell, his eyes fixed on Black like a knife.
"Snape...it's you..." Black said hoarsely.
"Are you surprised? Black?" Snape slowly pulled out his wand and pointed it coldly at Black.
A trace of fear flashed in Black's eyes, "Snape, as long as you catch that rat Ron, I will do whatever you want with me."
Snape glanced at Hephis and saw him nod slightly and stop what he was doing.
He sneered, his voice full of disdain, "Catching mice? You are as stupid as Potter."
He continued to approach Black, "All I need now is a letter to call in the Dementors."
"Blake...I dare say they will do the same as before. No one will question you."
"And the Dementors will happily give you a kiss."
Blake's face turned pale instantly, and he gripped the bars of the cell tightly, "No...you have to listen to me."
He begged hoarsely, "That rat... catch that rat..."
Snape seemed not to hear it, turned around and walked out.
Hephis shrugged and followed him out.
Blake was left screaming at the top of his lungs in the cell.
"Snape! Please! Catch the rat! You must catch it!"
Walking out of the cave, Snape's expression became ferocious and he spoke with gritted teeth.
"Peter Pettigrew. I want him alive. I want him to be worse off than dead."
"Don't worry, professor. Since he likes being a mouse so much, let him be a mouse for life." Hephis responded immediately.
"As for Black," Snape pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, "let him go!"
Hephaestus looked at Snape with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He didn't understand why Snape was so tolerant of this Black.
"In fact, I bear the greatest responsibility for this matter." Snape suddenly stopped.
He covered his face in pain, tears falling from his fingers, "I shouldn't have vented my hatred for myself on him."
Hephis tried to comfort him: "Professor, it's been so many years."
Snape just shook his head painfully: "No, Hephis. Some mistakes, once made, can never be made up for."
Hephis has never been good at comforting others.
He always remembered the words from his previous life: "Don't experience the suffering of others, and don't advise others to be good."
By the same token, he is not Snape.
He had never experienced the deepest pain himself.
He cannot truly understand, let alone comfort others.
But Snape was generous, he was actually very "stingy".
He was to those who had caused harm to Snape.
Especially the "Foursome Guys", who could never let go of the mistakes they made against Snape in their youth.
Blake, in particular, must pay the price.
"Professor, haven't you always been curious about why people die if they lose their shadows?" Hephis said softly.
Snape calmed down and looked at him in confusion.
"Let me show you." Hephes turned and walked back into the cave.
Blake was now leaning weakly against the railing.
He saw Snape and the young man come in again, and new hope was rekindled in his heart.
"Snape, it's Peter Pettigrew! That rat is Peter Pettigrew!"
Blake screamed with all his might.
Hephis snapped his fingers lightly, and an invisible force instantly froze Blake in place.
He raised his hand and pointed to the top of the cave, where the originally solid soil disappeared.
This left a circular hole about five inches in diameter.
