Luckily, this is the Potions classroom. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info Snape had to rejoice that there were some spare restorative potions stored here... These should do the trick.

The professor hurriedly stood up and rummaged through the potions.

And Roger, who had been at Snape's mercy for a long time, turned over, and changed his lying position to lie on his side with one arm and his head, looking curiously at the busy professor.

He was quick, but not flustered, and Snape seemed experienced and methodical in dealing with such contingencies.

Roger got up from the ground and crept up behind Snape, several small bottles were taken out of the pharmacy cabinet by the professor and placed on the table, and the boy looked at the bottles, which were labeled with people's names on them, and looked like the class assignments made up by the senior students in class. After all, this was just a potions classroom, and the potions that Snape had made himself would definitely be in his own office.

Roger picked up one of the bottles on the table dissatisfied, pointed to the label on it and said, "Hey... You're not, aren't you... Just fool me with the defective products that the students made?"

Snape turned around sharply when he heard the voice, and when he saw Roger, who still dared to stand up, his words were piercing with a chill: "You still dare to move... If you die because of this, you'll bring it on yourself!"

Saving him doesn't mean forgiving him, and thinking of the words that just came out of the mouth of this little bastard, Snape really wanted to let him die of such a serious injury.

"Don't worry, if I really die, I won't blame you. Roger opened the cap of the bottle and poured the medicine inside into his mouth, smashed it twice, and tasted the taste: "Sour and bitter, slightly astringent, and a little fishy...... What kind of medicine is this?"

Seeing Roger, who was full of energy, a trace of doubt flashed on Snape's face, and he didn't stop him, just silently watched his reckless movements, and said coldly: "Bai Xian, applying it to the wound can speed up healing." ”

Roger was stunned for a moment: "Then you just watched me drink it?"

Snape had forced himself to calm down completely, and he had found that from the moment Roger entered the classroom, he was provoking his anger in various ways. With his emotions out of control and pushing the boy down as the dividing line, the two-stage provocation seems to have been deliberately done for the purpose of provoking him.

Snape sensed that all the words before he brought down the boy could be considered a temptation, to find the tipping point of the outburst when he was not particularly vigilant, and to use that as a basis to shamelessly trample on his bottom line, the scales, and the sore spots.

And the second half of the teasing is all aimed at what is deep in his heart, what he likes, what he dislikes, what he regrets, and this young child knows more about himself than he can imagine! The reason for not treating the boy as cautiously as Voldemort was, he underestimated Roger too much.

"If you drink it freshly, you won't have a big problem. It's you...... The injuries on your body are indeed very serious, and the average person should have been in a coma for a long time, or even on the verge of death...... But I see you behaving like no one else, and you're used to that, aren't you?" Snape asked, hiding his hands under his robes.

Roger noticed this, and reached into his pants pocket with one hand as well.

"Okay...... See the knife on the side of that pile of rags on the ground? I use that to give myself a few strokes a few times a day. The boy pointed to the few folding knives scattered around the broken clothes with his other hand and said, "I really don't care if I get hurt, but you have to find me a piece of clothing, I can't come to the Potions classroom, and I have to go back to the common room naked and bloody." ”

With a gloomy face, Snape picked out two of the bottles on the table and threw them to Roger, "Drink it." ”

Roger took it without hesitation, shook it twice and drank it all, just like Carrie treated him, the muscles and skin of the wound were wriggling, and the naked eye was visibly returning to a healthy state.

The potion worked on his body, and Roger made a note of this.

After all the wounds healed, Roger walked to his torn clothes and prepared to pick up the knives on the ground one by one: "If you don't have anything else, just restore my clothes, I still want to wear them back." ”

But as soon as Snape's wand moved, the knife that the boy's fingers were about to touch was flicked off. Roger raised an eyebrow and reached for another one, and the knife flew away again.

"Tsk......" Roger straightened up, and took out his left hand, which had been stretched out in his trouser pocket, holding a dagger in his hand.

He scraped his cheek with the blade of his knife: "If you have any grievances, you can say it, you are very childish when you express it in this way." ”

"I don't believe you're here to find a fight," Snape's wand pointed at Roger, "tell me what you're here for." ”

"What's my purpose? If you have to say it, you'll think I'm a masochist, and you'll come to find me. Roger's knife moved upwards.

Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously, then widened suddenly, and his wrist shook slightly, "Dementor thoughts." ”

There was a soft sound of a knife blade entering the flesh, and the moment Roger squinted at Snape, the dagger in his hand quickly stabbed into his temple and into his brain.

In Roger's view, what is memory? It is nothing more than the electrical signals formed after any information such as sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch, etc. is transmitted to the brain, and then the intermittent flow of nanoions in a network of neurons in the brain to form image fragments. If someone wants to rummage through the files in their heads, then they will be stabbed and their brains will be ruined to see what else you can find.

In the scientific community, this idea cannot be miscalculated, after all, the brain is an extremely delicate organ, and destroying any point can cause irreversible consequences.

But is this world scientific? It is a soul that travels through and carries the memories of past lives, if the memories are sealed in the brain, then how can Roger still remember the bits and pieces of life on Earth? Why didn't he receive the memories of "Roger" after occupying this body?

The five years that have passed have worn away Roger's vigilance about this matter, so it is natural that he has been planted in the habitual thinking of the original plot.

There are even ghosts in this shabby place of Hogwarts, but I haven't heard of a ghost who has forgotten his last name or anything......

Therefore, the Regent's mind should act on the soul!

The Potions classroom floated before Roger's eyes, then twisted and vanished. One image after another flashed through his mind, like a flickering movie, so vivid that he couldn't see what was around him.