Auditorium.

"Professor Snape?!Why is he looking for you?!"

Hermione said in surprise, then suddenly reacted and lowered her voice to ask Gawain.

"I don't know. ”

Gawain shook his head, he had made an appointment with Hermione to visit the Hogwarts library in the evening, and was going to continue practicing the Transfiguration Charm there.

Dumbledore's arrangement caught him by surprise.

As for the small box that Professor McGonagall had handed him, he had already opened it.

Inside is a pink ceramic teapot.

Although it is not big, it feels heavy, especially the handle has a very comfortable feel.

— the same as the one he "broke" in the principal's office.

"Maybe I want to teach you something special?"

Hermione looked at Snape sitting on the classroom seat and shook her head, shattering the illusion.

He was dressed in a black robe today, as yesterday and perhaps countless days had passed, and his black hair was greasy as if it hadn't been washed in a long time. The long waxy face is filled with the word "disgust" in 72 languages, including trolls and mermaids.

"Who knows. ”

Gawain shook his head.

"I dare say, though, Professor Snape's research on potions must be terrifying. ”

He forked a section of sausage and cut it into several pieces with a knife.

"We haven't even taken his class yet!"

Hermione looked at the icing apple pie with some disgust, and leaned up to get some asparagus for herself.

"But you have to know that a man like him who looks like a villain enough will never find any legitimate job if he is not very good. ”

Gawain pointed to the teacher's seat.

There, Snape looked up even slightly, and the casual sight of Professor Quirrell made him shiver.

Dinner time was over quickly.

After parting ways with Hermione in the foyer, Gawain walked alone in the direction of the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall didn't say exactly what kind of office it was. As he walked, he looked down the ground of Hogwarts.

Unlike the main body of the castle, it is built in a more rugged style. The large area of smooth walls, made of green bricks, is covered with many small pieces of moss due to age and dampness.

Few portraits hang here, and there is no metal armor.

It seems that even the students of Slytherin House themselves don't like the oppressive style here, and they are all walking silently and briskly.

It didn't take long for Gawain to find Snape's office. As Professor McGonagall put it, it's very "visible".

Among the many iron fences, there was only one birch door, covered with dust and black.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

Gawain knocked softly on the door of Snape's office, "Professor, I'm Gawain White, and Professor Dumbledore wants me to come here to you.

"Come in. ”

A deep voice came from inside the office.

There was a "bang", and the latch of the door was bounced open from the inside.

From Gawain's point of view, Snape could be seen standing in the center of the office with a displeased face, guarding a boiling cauldron.

He was intently watching the liquid in the pot, stirring it from time to time with a long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.

"Mr. White, you're not here to visit, and I'm not a juggler. If you're still stunned like a stupid baboon, go out and close the door for me. ”

Snape looked up and said to Gawain in disgust, like a piece of sludge on a shoe.

"Professor, how can I help you?"

Gawain reflected, turned to close the door, and asked Snape.

"Start by handing me the valerian root, if your small head can still recognize it. ”

Seemingly pleased with Gawain's attitude, Snape's tone changed slightly, and he pointed to his desk not far away.

"Valerian root?"

Gawain came to his desk, carefully sought-after the many materials that had been prepared in small plates.

Thankfully, he hadn't memorized almost the entire book like Hermione did, but at least he had read a lot of it in advance, and he was able to quickly identify the valerian root and hand it to Snape.

For nearly half an hour, Snape kept asking him to do some hands-on work, squeezing the juice out of the sleepy beans with a silver knife, mixing liquids, and even more complex tasks like separating a particular ingredient from an herb.

The liquid in the pot is constantly changing.

From the very beginning he came with a uniform, brownish liquid, and little by little it turned pale snow blue.

When the liquid finally cleared, Snape stopped stirring, took out a long glass test tube, poured more than a third of it with a spoon, and shoved it into the fascinated Gawain.

"Drink this amount every day for two weeks, before bedtime. ”

Snape pursed his lips as sweat trickled down his sallow face and onto his chin.

Although Gawain had not seen it with his own eyes, he had read the textbook, and there was only one potion in the book - the potion of living hell.

A very powerful sleeping pill.

"You can pretend for the rest, and if you don't want to sleep until the end of the semester, don't pretend too much. ”

Snape handed the spoon to Gawain and removed a small bag from a nearby shelf. When the packet is spread out, there are two neat rows of test tubes, a total of 16 tubes.

"Go to Professor Dumbledore if you have any questions, I'm not obligated to answer them for you outside of my business hours. ”

Noticing that Gawain looked a little speechless, Snape said with a cold face. He had sat back at his desk, wiping his hands with a snow-white towel.

The office fell silent.

Only the occasional sound of scratching the test tube, and the soft "thud" of the quill as Snape lowered his head to mark the paper.

"Professor, I'm done. ”

Gawain carefully put the bag away.

"Then go back, Mr. White. Are you expecting me to say goodnight to you?"

Snape replied unceremoniously.

"I'll be able to come over like this after that... Can I help you make potions?"

Gawain asked cautiously.

After seeing Snape's skills, it was hard not to be fascinated by this amazing craft, but he didn't expect much from his heart.

It is well known that Snape was born in Slytherin and has always lacked a good opinion of Gryffindor.

Really.

Snape didn't answer him, but stared intently at the parchment on the table, the quill in his hand working harder, as if he had some kind of grudge against it.

"Good night, Professor. ”

Gawain didn't bother himself anymore, he picked up his bag and walked out of the office.

"At this time on Friday, come to the office and be closed. ”

Behind Gawain, the office door slammed shut, and Snape's cold voice came out, making Gawain almost question whether this was still reality.

"It seems like there's still some time before the curfew, do you want to wander around the castle?"

Gawain stepped on his relaxed steps and thought relaxedly.

But for some reason, he always felt like he had forgotten something.

"Probably an illusion. ”

He comforted himself.

PS: At this point, Snape hadn't clashed with Quirrell yet. However, Quirrell was a former student at Hogwarts, and he had always been respectful and fearful of Snape, and it was difficult to relax at the same table with Snape.

As for why Snape didn't turn down the protagonist...