A wide green shadow stood in front of the two of them.

Snape turned his sallow face towards Malfoy, his dark face leading others to think he was seriously ill.

Those black eyes, like black holes, sucked up all the light around them.

"Come with me. Snape repeated to him with a blank face, without any superfluous explanation, as if it were a command, forceful and unrefusal.

Looking at Pansy holding his arm tightly, she looked a little worried.

"Miss Parkinson, you don't need to use it, and you don't have to worry, I'm just talking to Draco. Snape seemed to see through the girl's thoughts, and took the initiative to explain.

Then he turned away, his hands behind his back, and walked forward with a grim face, not worried that Malfoy would not follow him.

"What we have is a chance to chat, I won't disappear now, you go to dinner first. Malfoy whispered a few words in Pansy's ear, comforting, rubbing her short hair, and then followed closely behind the gloomy man.

With his wand, Snape touched a portrait of a soldier with a golden round shield, which had been lifted to reveal a ladder.

"The Dark Lord told me. His disobedient men may have caused you a little trouble, and hopefully it didn't delay your trip, but of course, it looks like you're late now, and McGonagall was going to make a formal announcement at the morning meeting, but it's been postponed now. Snape raised his shiny wand and walked, speaking to his students in a very deep voice.

"It's a little bit of a hassle. Malfoy nodded, at least making him late.

The two of them walked up the black steps all the way to the basement, and a damp smell permeated the two of them, and the air was moist, mixed with the smell of herbs and earth.

"I think it's better for the two of us to be less alone so as not to make people suspicious. Malfoy lowered his voice.

"It was McGonagall who told me to let you stay here, she thought it would be better for you to show up again in the evening, and she could tell the news to the students, it seemed to be a bit of a commotion just now, but even so, she was willing to let you take her test first, maybe she thought her question was very important. ”

"It might help you get a few more points on the test. ”

Snape scoffed, as if it was a very ridiculous thing for him to worry about exams.

Snape found his table and sat down.

Suddenly, the long wooden table in front of Snape suddenly sank in part, and with a whoosh, a letter scurried up from under the table, burrowed into Snape's hand, and was then opened.

It was a newspaper.

Today's Daily Prophet

"Look at today's paper, but I guess it's probably not necessary. Snape pushed the paper over and stopped on the edge of the table.

"I don't think it's necessary. Malfoy, of course, knew what was inside, and shook his head.

"Okay, then I hope you can accept what I am talking to you about now, or cooperate with it. ”

"What's the matter?" Professor Snape. Malfoy walked over to a somewhat rotten, but spotlessly clean bookshelf, pulled out a copy of Advanced Potions Techniques, and flipped through it casually.

Snape took a breath.

"You need to be a 'normal' student. He said slowly.

"Normal? Am I not normal enough? Professor Snape, or do you mean normal to make me get a few points less on my papers? Malfoy tipped the book back into the shelf, looked up, and looked at Snape without evasion, teasingly.

"What does the Dark Lord mean?" Malfoy added.

"You don't have to play stupid. Snape's tone became indifferent, meaning something.

"Well, I have to say, my mom was very bold. Malfoy sighed suddenly, as if he had known what was going on.

"Narcissa begged me for a long time, she didn't want you to take any more risks, I took into account my friendship with your father, so I agreed to her, I will help you to give you a part of the information to the Dark Lord. Snape said coldly.

The normality just mentioned is obviously normality in the true sense of the word.

Rather than a disguised "normal", wandering on the edge of danger to spy on intelligence.

"What's in it for you, Professor Snape, I don't remember you being a helpful guy and risking disobeying the Dark Lord's orders. ”

"Your parents will owe me a favor that may be of some use in the future. Snape grew impatient, and his tone became more and more gloomy, as if it was contrary to his own character to say such things.

"Favors, what's the use of favors, Professor Snape?" Malfoy asked.

Snape fell silent.

"But I'm also happy to take it easy, and if you don't mind being a little tired, Professor, I don't have any other opinions. Feeling a little aggressive, Malfoy softened his questioning tone.

Moving his fingertips, he set the copy aside, and took the copy of the Daily Prophet, which he was not interested in.

There are probably some stories about him written above, which can be summarized simply.

It was as if he had been put in the washing machine with the highest power in a Muggle, and re-washed it with countless bleach.

Of course, that's how Muggles describe it.

In the words of the wizard, it should be "cleaned up"

"Alright, it's time for me to go. ”

After reading the report about himself as if passing the time, Malfoy had no sense of being helped, and turned away.

Snape stared at his back, remembering the way Narcissa pleaded with him.

"Severus, I beg you, Draco will definitely be under strict surveillance at the school, and if he is found again, I'm afraid of him..."

There would be times when he was "soft-hearted", but Snape didn't want to deny it.

Because there's no point in deceiving yourself.

Maybe I really remembered her.

What they have in common – they are all mothers.